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Sunday, April 19, 2009

I fear thatWhatever I doMy suffering will be in vainNothing can last, Some things die slowly, not fastDancing to a beatA drumbeat for the deadHer love lacked passionIf that is what you’d call itI was alone,waiting in the solitudeBegging for deathOr some small measureOf satisfactionHer perfumes fill the airAnd her beauty is a distractionFrom all my pain due to herMy mind is broken, My spirit crushedI have nothing left, Had so very little to start She tore apart my heartI never had a chanceNothing I do could lastNothing I do could matterFor to her I was a childNeeding directionRather than a loverNeeding compassionSwiftly falling bitter tearsCannot wash the yearsFrom memoryNor replace actionOr attractionShe treated me as a strangerShowed me not love but angerNothing I said matteredEverything I did scatteredTo the windsYears of pain Seeds of sorrowBroken loveNot togetherNo tomorrowNot everNeverThe ties she severedLeaving me adriftWith no hopeDevastated, bereftLeft behind aloneBroken spiritHeart cleft Cut in halfBy herNever going to trustAnyone againNever going to loveAnyone againThe fear will remainForeverLove turned to dustFor I gave my heartFor I gave my soulTo herTo keepAnd she took themAnd leftLeft me to dieMy tears forever fallPour down across my chestThese tears that I cryStain the groundFor they are acidFrom the bitternessOf the pain in my heart

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